A/N: My OC is introduced here! And please, review! This is my first Star Wars fic...And I'm not quite sure how it's going.
Chapter Two: Old Friends
Obi Wan and Anakin walked closely behind Ulrik. They were completely submerged in a deep-green forest. Large, exotic plants and flowers were scattered across a lush backdrop.
"How much further is it?" Anakin eagerly asked for the third time. Ulrik smile, amused at the young padawan's anxiousness.
"It's not 20 meters away, now," he answered, then turned to Obi Wan. "He's quite the enthusiast. Just like you when you when we were that age." Obi Wan proudly smiled at Anakin and patted him on the shoulder.
The Jedi haulted as their trained ears detected breathing closely behind the group.
"Ulrik, stop," Obi Wan whispered to the man in the lead. "We're being followed." The dark haired man stood eerily still as he struggled to discern the sound the Jedi heard from the mass of forest sounds. Anakin placed his hand over his lightsaber as he slowly surveyed the immediate area. A twig snapped just to Anakin's side. He drew his lightsaber, extending the blade, and spun around the tree that veiled the hider. Pushed against a tree, under the glowing blue light of his weapon, Anakin found a robust yet delicate looking woman. She had long black hair, tied back in a braid. Her milky-white, square face was decorated with large, cyan eyes under thick, long eyelashes, and full lips that were a hue similar to rose quartz.
She stood defenseless as Obi Wan and Ulrik ran towards the two. Anakin looked proudly towards his master. Smiling arrogantly at Obi Wan, Anakin let his guard down. The woman saw this, and used it to her advantage. Upon sudden impulse, she leaned her back further against the tree, providing a large space between the boy and her. She abruptly swung her leg up and at Anakin, kicking him down and away. Obi Wan drew his lightsaber and readied himself to strike, but his eyes softened as they fell upon the woman.
"Wait! She's okay! She's a friend!" Ulrik shouted. Anakin stood and rubbed at the soft spot in the center of his chest.
"Well, then why did she kick me?" Anakin asked, annoyed that the woman had upperhanded him.
"Maybe it was because your lightsaber was so close to my face, I could feel my nose getting soft. If would have melted off if I had let you keep your blade up any longer," she reasoned with a tinge of sarcasm. "Ulrik! Hello, there. I thought you might have been Czerka, otherwise, I wouldn't have hidden," the woman smiled brightly and embraced the officer. He smiled admiringly at her then turned to his friend.
"Obi Wan, this is the woman I told you about. My good friend, Jayne Anansi." Jayne's face fell as she heard the older Jedi's name. Obi Wan's expression was very similar.
"Obi Wan Kenobi? Is that you?" Jayne walked towards the man.
"Yes! And it's you, Jayne!" His smile grew brighter and brighter. "I knew it was you, the second I saw you! You haven't changed in the slightest, old friend." Obi Wan offered his hand the woman.
"I couldn't say the same about you, Obi Wan. Look at you! You've got a beard longer than Master Jinn's!" She took his hand and beamed. "I'm glad it was you the Order sent. I was hoping it would be you and Master Jinn, but I forgot that you are older now, and no longer require a master." Obi Wan weakly smiled, sentimentally.
"Well, yes, that, and the unfortunate death of my former master, nearly ten years ago."
"Oh, Obi Wan, I'm so sorry. I should've known, I should've felt it. It's just, I'm afraid I've nearly lost all sensitivity to the Force since I've left," Jayne explained. Anakin cleared his throat.
"I apologize, ma'am. I was merely taking precautions," Anakin addressed the woman.
"I understand. I hope you'll except my apology, too. I got a little hot-headed. I suppose that's why I'm not wielding a lightsaber, myself," she said, patting the young padawan on the shoulder.
"Well, I daresay, you must have some Force ability still. You've just bettered Anakin Skywalker," Ulrik chuckled.
"Should I know you, padawan?" she quizzically asked the boy. Ulrik's eyes widened, then brightened as he chuckled.
"This, Jayne, is the chosen one."